Reaching over, I pull an envelope from the glove box then exit my truck. As I walk swiftly up to the red bricked building, my heart thumps in my chest. I look down at the letter burning a hole in my hand. My heart. For Dakota. After a second of hesitation, I drop it in the mail slot and try to ignore the anxiety building in my gut. Without a doubt, Koty will be upset. I can see her and that bossy, broody cowboy of hers rounding up his brothers to look for me. The thought of my older sister refocuses me on the task at hand. Why I’m doing this. For her.
